[Boots]  Ahhhhhhh yesss, ah-heh  Tell me somethin  Were you, about to make a decision?  Was it, one of... THOSE decisions?  Ya know, when ya, gotta decide, between  what's good, for you, and what's good, for the struggle  Well before you sellout, The Coup wants to tell you a lil' story  E-Roc, kick it    [E-Roc]  Pressure, is gettin to my dome  See, I need some food for my little boy's tummy  Pulled up a chair just to think about my situation  Don't have a job, cause jackin is the occupation  FUCK THE SYSTEM, you know that it's all wrong  I got my gauge, yeah now my mission's on  Checked on my baby, good he was sound asleep  Cause money was my thoughts as I began to creep  down the street the corner sto', was on my mind  Freeze! with the sounds of clips was in my behind  I turned around but befo' I could pull my trigger  in they ass, on the ground, laid another nigga  I was trippin, slippin labelled as a dummy  But can you blame me, I did it for da mo-ah-money    *chorus*  M-O-N, N-E-Y (repeat 2X)  Broke as a; broke as a sucka!  (repeat all 4X)    [E-Roc]  Back on the streets I thought I wouldn't survive  So I'm bustin my ass on this nine to five  Flippin patties all day when the place is hot  Gettin paid peanuts, in the burger shop  Now everybody wants to know the deal, is this brother real  can I feed my family off of a Happy Meal?  I had to stop cause this shit ain't for E-Roc  I threw down my time card and started slangin rocks  For a brother dis is some'in you can't beat  My cash is flowin, now I'm bringin home the meat  I'm feelin good sellin crack to a fiend  Don't give a fuck about his luck, ya know what I mean?  People trip, but they don't understand that  a devil's land, ain't no black foe a black man  Now it's a shame, but who's to blame?  I got a baby with a life and no future to gain, yeah the money    *chorus*    [E-Roc]  I remember the time when I was six  The American Dream was everybody gets, rich  But yo, a fact for all to know  Four hundred years has passed, and we still po'  He ain't my Uncle, but Sam know what he's talkin about  If you wanna get paid, sell your people out  But not me I'd rather do a crime  Deep in my rhyme; is it better for a black man to do time?  To the red white and blue I don't give a fuck  Because I live and die, just to make a buck  So I'm that mother-fucker  That rob his daddy, and threw his ass in the gutter  And I'm that fool  that sold his kids cocaine at school  But Jack's an attorney  So I'ma do what I do, cause he's makin all the motherfuckin...  *gun shots*    [Boots]  I believe.. truthfully, we all gonna die someday  So, die hustlin for yourself  or die hustlin for millions of your people  The choice is yours, choose your fate  You can get with this, or you can get with that  We out    *chorus*